Ishkara: Pyaar dooriyon ka mohtaaj nahi ……..OS

Hi everyone, I am back with an OS for all lovely Ishkara fans. Many of us are missing their intense love story. So guys this one is for you all. Please read and drop your valuable comments. I won’t waste time with talking and directly start. Here it goes,

It was 6:30 in the morning, the sun was spreading its golden rays over the city, the breeze was flowing softly around making the leaves and flowers dance with it, the silent music of the sea waves could be heard from a distance, the chirping of birds filled the morning sky and the hustle-bustle made the city of dreams work with full zest. The Mumbai airport was busy with its travelers and flights.

Among all these was a face, calm and composed, black hair flowing with the breeze, eyes filled with a thousand emotions, a smile anyone would fall in love with, he stood their spreading his arms and took a deep breath and said, “I am back Ishu, see I kept my promise”. He picked up his luggage and took a cab.

Going through the city, all his memories replayed in his mind, everything around reminded him of her, tears appeared in his eyes but he composed himself. He was back after 7 long years, he was away from his family, his brothers and most importantly her. He closed his eyes and was lost in the sweet memories the city had given him. all those walks along the beach, enjoying the beautiful sunsets, those stupid pani-puri challenges, those bike rides, the late night movies, how she used to talk non-stop for hours, how she used to admire his philosophical talks even when she didn’t understand it, their marriage, remembering all this, a smile made its place on his face.

His thoughts were disturbed by the sudden brakes of the car as he had reached his destination. He got down and walked up to a medium sized row house with a small garden with lilies and roses. He rang the doorbell and a beautiful lady in her early thirties opened the door. Both of them had tears in his eyes and immediately hugged each other. They broke the hug after a few minutes.

“Om, you came back” she said tears still flowing. “I keep my promises, Anika” he said smiling, his eyes clearly said that he had a lot of pain behind that smile, “Where is Shivaay?” his eyes were now searching for his brothers. “Here” they heard Shivaay standing near the kitchen counter, Om quickly ran and hugged him, he hugged him tightly and after 7 years he felt that he was complete, how much had he missed this hug, how much had he craved for this embrace, hugging his brother made Om feel safe. Anika stood there watching the two brothers. “This is not fair O, Obro moment after 7 years and that too without Rudy” they turned to see Rudra standing at the door with a frown. “Don’t become a cry baby now” saying so ShivOm spread their arms open and Rudra ran to them like a five year kid. The brothers broke their moment after few minutes.

As decided they picked up Soumya on their way, who was really happy to see her bade baal wale bhaiya after so long. Shivaay was driving with Anika next to him, rumya as always were busy with their silly arguments and Om was lost in his thoughts looking out from the window. “Shivaay stop the car” Om shouted shocking everyone, before anyone could ask he got down from the car and returned after sometime carrying a bouquet of white lilies, “Om, these flowers” Anika asked with a confused look, “Ishu loves them” Om replied with a smile. A sudden sadness surrounded everyone but they brushed away the thoughts and put on a fake smile. A mask they had been wearing for years now. No one spoke a single word for the rest of the journey.

The car stopped in front of a garden. The garden was surrounded by gulmohar trees, the red flower petals covered most part of the grass, wind flowing softly as if playing a soft music, sun shining in the sky, children playing around, in the centre was a beautiful fountain, to the left was a stone path which lead to a small house. They started walking towards the house. Om opened the door and a sudden breeze touched his face as if the house has been waiting for his coming. They entered and stood in the middle of the hall, Om walked to a photo of Ishana which hung on the wall with garland. Below it was written in the most beautiful handwriting,

Om quietly walked up to the photo and kept the lilies and said looking into her eyes, “see Ishu, your favourite flowers”. He could no longer suppress his emotions and started crying badly. He had not shed a single tear in the last 7 years but today he needed to let his heart out, his life had left him long ago, he was alive from outside but from inside he was dead the moment Ishana took her last breathe, he had never visited her before as he wanted to fulfill her dream of seeing him as the most successful artist, he had done it, today the whole world knew Omkara Singh Oberoi but only Ishana knew Om.

Shivaay and Rudra wanted to hug Om and pacify him but Anika stopped them as she knew it was for Ishkara. The four of them stood there with tears for both of them.
Ishkara- their love story was not left incomplete by God but completed in the most beautiful way, they didn’t spend a lifetime together but were there for eachother at every step of life, Ishana had died for the world but for Om she was always alive in his heart and his memories, she had never left his side.

True love is between souls and not between bodies and Ishkara had achieved this true love. to understand their love you have to love someone deeply and you’ll understand why they were complete in ways the world could never even think of.

OH My God!!! U made me 2 cry with this os …..I really loved it…..ishkara the untold, incomplete magical love …..u have portrayed it very well in this os….it was short but it touched directly 2 my heart……and i am not able 2 express what am feeling by reading….i can connect it with myself only….thanks for bringing this amazing os…..pls keep writing more on ishkara

Getting into serious relationship and love will give only immense pain…so never commit guys…ALL the true love stories have ended only in death eg:shahjahan and mumtaj, romeo Juliet, majnu laila. ..so don’t hurt yourself by getting into love….this is my P. O. V. ..plzzz sry if it hurts anyone…

I’m so sorry for the previous comment. I mistook the starting with a similar ff on Ishkara posted recently. Do forgive me.
This one was superb. I hope you wouldn’t mind if I take it as an extension of the same ff.